I'm a bitch
This appears to be my main problem at the moment, that I am a total, raging bitch. According to my mother, my behavior has gained me some unflattering nicknames at home. Amazing how that works, since I've been extending all efforts to avoid being at home as much as possible. Perhaps I should emulate my brother and just hole up somewhere and let absolutely nothing affect me, by doing nothing, feeling nothing, and being nothing. Perhaps they would prefer that to my current state, which is, as I mentioned, one of bitchiness.
I simply find myself unable to be pleasant to my family. Even my dad is getting frustrated with me, and when my dad's gets ticked off, you know it's bad, because usually these stuff just washes over him, like water off a duck's back. As far as I'm aware, I'm still being tolerably pleasant to my friends, but then, they don't HAVE to put up with me, and my family does. That and I don't live with them, day in and day out.
So maybe I am over-working myself, but what the hell is new? And maybe I am a little bitter because my parent's have made such a big deal about paying for college. My mom had the gall to ask me one day, why I was so nervous about paying for college. Well, mom, maybe it's because you spent six months bitching about it yourself, which doesn't lend itself easily to my being comfortable about it.
Gah!
I really don't to burn my bridges or anything, but I do want to get out of that house now! And I can't, not for another six weeks! So I'm trapped in that too small house (I know, I know, it's not really that small, but it feels like it to me, especially since people have this habit of just WALTZING into my room and LYING ON TOP OF ME!!!! I'm bitchy because I'm smothered. Back away, let me be, and I'll be fine.
I simply find myself unable to be pleasant to my family. Even my dad is getting frustrated with me, and when my dad's gets ticked off, you know it's bad, because usually these stuff just washes over him, like water off a duck's back. As far as I'm aware, I'm still being tolerably pleasant to my friends, but then, they don't HAVE to put up with me, and my family does. That and I don't live with them, day in and day out.
So maybe I am over-working myself, but what the hell is new? And maybe I am a little bitter because my parent's have made such a big deal about paying for college. My mom had the gall to ask me one day, why I was so nervous about paying for college. Well, mom, maybe it's because you spent six months bitching about it yourself, which doesn't lend itself easily to my being comfortable about it.
Gah!
I really don't to burn my bridges or anything, but I do want to get out of that house now! And I can't, not for another six weeks! So I'm trapped in that too small house (I know, I know, it's not really that small, but it feels like it to me, especially since people have this habit of just WALTZING into my room and LYING ON TOP OF ME!!!! I'm bitchy because I'm smothered. Back away, let me be, and I'll be fine.